“It is the chamber Sophy had.”
With that sweet word the sunshine stole,
Around a spirit lone and sad,
A lingering ray from her true soul,
Still warmed “the room that Sophy had.”
And here has beat her happy heart;
And here have rung her accents glad;
And here the darling mused apart,—
Oh, precious “room that Sophy had.”
And here, perhaps, my image stole,